Track Insight / Lyrics
Meter reads like a fare card worn
Brass plate cold against my palm
Harbor light cuts through the morn
Keeper walks where bricks transform
Acorn Street holds history tight Cobblestones remember feet
He counts each gap in fading light
Where mortar falls and time repeats
Lighthouse keeper on dry ground
Searching for what can't be found
Beacon flashes, no sea sound
Just autumn wind whipping round
Red brick pathway, lost and found
Keeper walks on sacred ground
Fare box jingles, empty seat
Radio plays static low
He taps his cane on Beacon Street
Where only fallen leaves go
No tower here to climb at night
No lantern room to polish bright
Just mortar joints and fading white
He measures shadows, counts the light
Passenger once asked me why
A man would leave the ocean's roar
I said some lights are meant to die
Some keepers wash up on the shore
Now meter's off, my shift is done
Engine coughs in morning chill
He's still there when rises sun
Walking bricks on Beacon Hill
Lighthouse keeper on dry ground
Searching for what can't be found
Beacon flashes, no sea sound
Just autumn wind whipping round
Red brick pathway, lost and found
Keeper walks on sacred ground
Red brick pathway, lost and found
Keeper walks on sacred ground
